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Dark Future Meme (as requested)

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

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Name: Karkat motherfucking Vantas
Current location: Asphodel, bitches.
Current Physical Appearance: Older, more matured body. His nubs are a bit bigger, he's a bit taller. Typical difference between a 13 year old and a 23 year old. Exact same style outfit, though. Fuck fashion.
Summary: GUESS WHO PREDICTED THIS SHIT?! BITCHES SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO OUR RESIDENT ROBOHATER.

Basically, the first signs of something fishy, Karkat was warning the shit out of everything that moved. Considering the fact that he was warning the shit out of everything that moved even before things got fishy, it's easy to believe no one listened. Ever. Since they never do.

When Hypatia made her move, Karkat gathered as many of his team of trolls as he could and absconded. It was early, quick, and as low-key as possible.

Karkat's living up to his Ancestor's legend, being the biggest, most persistent (most annoying) resistance asshole ever. He's pretty vocal about how the resistance should make more raids on Sacrosanct to also maybe save people, that'd be good too.

Personality-wise, Karkat's rage is a universal and temporal constant. However (depending on how many trolls/friends made it out/have been saved), he's much more bitter. Defensive. Paranoid as shit. Basically, take all of his bad qualities and multiply them by stupid.

It's safe to say everyone ever pretty much knows about his blood, though. FIGHTING ROBOTS MEANS LOTS OF INJURIES AND SCARS AND STUFF.

Edited 2011-06-21 08:29 (UTC)

Good morning Karkat. Oh, what's that? You wanted to get your nocturnal-species sleep on??

Fuck you, have some shitty beach sounds instead, courtesy of that asshole who lives outside your house and refuses to sleep anywhere that isnt a box and/or tiny failshack. This CD has been running on loop all night. Jack sleeps in. He's not going to turn it off any time soon (if ever).

d w i

Despicable mammalian son of a fuck, not again. Karkat doesn't sleep much-- even less than he did when he was younger. Recuperacoons were long since gone; trolls had to deal with the bullshit stupid dumb human bed things that did absolutely nothing for a troll's inherent need to have the worst, most violent dreams ever. So, when Karkat decided he actually needed to sleep, he needed to sleep. Unfortunately, the peaceful, lulling sounds of waves and sea gulls made sleep no longer a possibility.

He lie in bed, promising himself that when the CD repeated for the 612th time, he would do something about it (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lie#Bluffing). It had hit that 612th repeat about three hours ago.

"JACK." If Karkat's anything like me on a debate trip when someone deprives me of sleep, this is one of the most scariest sounds you could ever imagine. Fortunately for this log, Karkat won't be trying to smother anyone with a pillow BECAUSE THEY WERE SNORING SO FUCKING LOUD AND I HAD SEMIFINALS THE NEXT DAY AND GODDAMNIT HOW CAN YOU SLEEP LIKE THAT?!!

"JACK. JACK." Karkat's at Jack's boxhome, kicking the side.

"FUCK. JACK. JACK. FUCKING FUCK. JACK." He is incapable of coherent sentences and may or may not be frothing at the mouth.

Jack is suddenly startled awake by his house shaking and some asshole screaming at him. So he does what any ~~sane~~ paranoid stab-happy psycho would do, which is to shoot a fucking knife out of his arm at whoever was unfortunate enough to be kicking the shit out of his boxhouse.

Except it's Karkat and this happens every week, so everyone should've seen this coming.

He punches the flap out of the way to glare at his stabson, who is probably bleeding everywhere now. "What the fuck do you want?!"

At this point, Karkat's pretty much used to stabs. He doesn't react to the blood; he doesn't even react to the knife. Just. Yanks that shit out. Throws it on the ground. Maybe even stomps on it a little.

"Can you go one fucking day without your squawkbeasts." Note how that's not a question.

"Fuck off, Karkat!!"

Would you really deprive your poor old stabdad of his squawkbeasts, Karkat? Even when you know they're the only thing that keeps him calm? Just get earplugs, gosh. Option B would only lead to horrible nightmares and Jack flipping the fuck out anyway.

Also damn you for stomping on that knife, it was his favourite. He's snatching that back ASAP and reloading it, just in case he feels like shooting anyone else, or the same person multiple times.

Truth be told, no. Karkat wouldn't deprive his stabdaddy of his squawkbeasts. Instead, he just sits down, back to the boxhome. Sighs while trying to get his clothing to stick to the stab wound, since it's already healing up.

"Go back to sleep, fuckass."

Oh, you said you have injuries? Jade is going to fix you up and you will sit still while she puts this needle into you for stitches goddammit! She's the only one who knew how to fix a modicum of injuries, and though trolls are a little different, she seems to be a pretty good nurse.

Just. Sit still or she'll poke you in the eye.

Sorry, too busy squirming. There's a particularly nasty gash (deep, wide, and bloody) across his cheek, and in all honesty, he still doesn't like seeing his own blood.

"Can you do this any faster?"

"Well maybe if you sit still and stop wiggling like a fish, I could!" She sticks the needle into his skin again, deftly pulling it through for one of the last stitches. She's kind of glad that she started near his eye, rather than away from it. If he wiggled any more, he'd break something.

Did they end up as friends :| THIS IS IMPORTANT?

yes, they are friends. karkat still grumps, though.

He waits until she's done before he (oh so cautiously) runs a finger down the threading. Seems legit, man.

"Thanks." It's gruff, and he's still unable to look at people when expressing emotions outside of rage; however, it's genuine.

Karkat, you probably should have picked a different tunnel to walk through today. This one is Nepeta's domain, and it's been quite some time since anybody was stupid enough to come down here. It's time to play.

She grins to herself as she stalks him from the shadows, mind all ready busy with deciding what game it'll be with this one. Something really fun, to make up for the long stretch of boredom. It would have been better if he'd come down with a group, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Hopefully he won't hear her before she picks something.

Karkat's on the prowl for supplies, survivors, food, and maybe a new box for Jack-- it's hard to say, really. He just knows that he needs to be doing something. Anything. If he's still, he thinks. When he thinks, he revisits all the mistakes of the past, meticulously remembered and organized.

He's wandered far today, in a direction he's unfamiliar with. He doesn't really care. Karkat knows he can handle himself with 2xsicklekind and battlefury. Well, if he happens to meet an unstoppable foe, he probably deserves it.

Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps echoing heavily. Sickles out, but not particularly on guard. Bring it, Nepeta.

Nepeta likes the sickles. They're shiny and metal and remind her of the weapons very fun people in the past have tried to bury into her neck. Oh yes, she knows what game she wants to play now.

A skitter as she races ahead of him, then slides out in front. She doesn't do anything just yet, waiting on all fours to see what his reaction is to this. If he attacks right away then the game will be over before it begins. She doesn't want to show her hand if that's true.

He stops. There's a flash in his mind of someone, but it's gone in an instant, buried under memories of mourning and self-deprecation. Instead, he raises his sickles, ready to fight if he must.

"Get the fuck out of the way, nooksniffer. I've got shit to do, and if you're asking for a toll, I'm not paying it." There is some sickle-pointing action.

He's not charging. Perfect. Nepeta hoists herself up into an upright position, grinning in a manner that showcases all of her teeth. Lately she was more comfortable on all fours, but she liked to mimic the people who wandered into her territory. They always made the funniest faces when she did!

"Play with me!" The words are innocent, but something about the expression Nepeta wears when she says it puts the edge back onto them.

"No." It's out of his mouth before he has a chance to think things through. Karkat's mind has already switched straight into fight-or-flight mode (strife-or-abscond). Measuring distances, sizing up his potential opponent.

She (it's a she, right?) is small. Muscular, but small. His arms will have better reach, but considering how fast she overtook him in the tunnel, she's fast. Sharp teeth, surprisingly troll-like. It's hard to see what she is in the lighting (living around humans for so long fucks with your night vision), but Karkat's sure he can win.

"Now, move."

"No, not until I tell you the rules! You're in my territory, you have to listen." Her voice is sing-songy, almost childlike as she completely ignores what Karkat said. Normally she's a bit more hyped up when confronting her toys, but something about the angry voice is soothing...practically familiar. It's a strange feeling, one she quickly shakes off.

"The game is tag! Do you want to be it or do you want me to start?" Nepeta crosses her arms and leans in to hear his answer, moving a bit further from the shadows.

KARKAT VANTAS

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kite if you aren't in bed, i am going to fly to canadia and double ground your ass.

what if i just took my laptop to bed with me

it must be used as a pillow.

can i put it between two pillows and use that as a pillow

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did someone order some sads?

oh god nepetababby

she all gone karkitty :((

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